Things with the house reorganizing are coming along every so slowly doing it mostly by myself.

Yesterday I reorganized all the boxes in the POD outside and brought in 95% of the toys.  They’re semi-organized in our old bedroom, the new playroom/office.  I got completely worn out and sore after moving all those boxes.  I’ve been too tired to do any more today!

I managed to take the girls outside earlier to check out signs of spring.  We also potted some flowers they picked out when we were shopping yesterday.  I was intending to plant some seeds too, but after feeding the chickens and carrying the chicken feed, then walking outside with the kids, and putting a few flowers in pots I suddenly had no energy left.

This pregnancy is really wearing me out for some reason.  My body just stops.  Cannot keep going, must lay down.  Dislike!

I get antsy when I can’t get up and do things.  If there’s no chaos I feel the need to create some, I can’t just sit here. Body, really…I’m not feeling sick anymore thankfully, just worn out sometimes.

Maybe I’m becoming elderly and feeble.  You know, at the ripe old age of 26.  ;)

And my toes are swollen.  Dude! I’ve never had swelling this early in pregnancy before.  June and July might be long, hot swelly months for me.  Yikes.

I am getting cautiously excited about a teeny brand new baby to snuggle and love on.  I’m still paranoid about miscarriage, or I guess now still birth.  He’s not nearly as active as Rosie and Ada were, at least not that I can feel all the time.  My placenta makes an L shape along the side and top, so maybe that’s blocking some of his movements?  He’s down so low too, way lower than the girls.

I’m already in love with him, somehow.  That scares me since he’s not safe in my arms yet.

But a new baby! I might really be having one?  To dress in cute baby clothes, and with a tiny bum to pat.  Soft baby hair to sniff.  Send help.

Hate being pregnant when I feel awful, but I could easily have a million newborns.

I’ll just…post pictures now.

First, here are a couple of instagram pictures from yesterday at lunch.

These pictures are from our time outside this afternoon:

Our strawberry patch got decimated by the ducks.  I wasn’t sure they would come back up, but yesterday tiny leaves appeared and today they’re even bigger.

Rapidly growing!  These little dew looking drops are not dew.  Guttation, maybe?

This would be perfect if Rintoo was sniffing a flower, but instead he’s sniffing dead tomato stalks from last year that I never cleaned out…

Periwinkle is in bloom!

This is the almost actual color of these flowers. They are very dark blue/purple in person.  I’ve never, ever seen ones so striking before! I can’t remember the name of them.

I saw them at Walmart yesterday, which isn’t somewhere I normally buy flowers but I couldn’t not buy them!

Rosie and Ada picked Primrose flowers for themselves.  We put them in clay pots today and since they only need 3-6 hours of direct sunlight per day the girls can keep them their rooms.

Rosie was distressed because the petals on her plant got old and white overnight.  Luckily there are brand new buds down inside waiting to open.

The wild violets are blooming!

I don’t know why people put weed killer on their yards, some weeds are beautiful.  What is our obsession with plain perfect grass??

I don’t know what these are, but they’re so cool!  They’ve never grown under this tree ever before.  We just found a random patch of them had popped up.

They’re tiny.

Leaves: Coming soon to a tree near you!

It’s supposed to storm tomorrow and then turn cooler again.

The past couple of days of 80 degree temps were heavenly!  Can’t wait for summer.

Rosie had her winter dance recital on Friday night.  Tyler couldn’t go because he had to work.  I hate that he never is able to take days off, he has to miss all of these things.

Rosie did a really good job dancing this year.  Her dance class is just for fun, it’s not strict competition dance or anything.  They only practice one evening a week.  Ada absolutely cannot wait until she’s old enough to take dance class!  I think she can start next year when she’s three.

Rosie’s group danced to Winter Wonderland this year.

Pictures:

With her friends before the program started…

This is her best friend at dance class. I need to get them together to play outside of class.

Rosie has one front tooth halfway in and we’re waiting on the second one to make an appearance.

All she wants for Christmas are her two front teeth!

Miss Rebecca applying lipstick.  Rosie was so excited to wear make-up.

Why is my baby so big??

I took a few pictures of the littlest girls because they were ridiculously adorable.

Rosie’s group was next!

I couldn’t fit them all in the frame from where I was sitting with Ada in my lap.  Oh well.

Rosie loved this part the best, the final pose. I wish I’d gotten a picture of it centered but I couldn’t just jump up out of my seat…

This one is funny. I took it right as the lights were going down.

Afterward each girl got a ribbon to commemorate participating in dance for fall 2012.

Here’s Rosie getting hers.

Then Rosie turned and said very loudly, “Well what do I do now?”  and the entire audience laughed.

Here’s the edge of their group shot for the entire dance studio.  Rosie’s looking like a goofball…

Afterward.  When Tyler saw this picture he said, “Thanks for covering her up as soon as possible.”

With my parents:

I totally lost the battery charger for my camera!  I realized it on Friday when I went to charge the battery before the dance recital.

I need it for when my little boy gets here in just a few days!!  I need it for a wedding I’m shooting this coming Saturday!

I tore apart the house and it’s not anywhere.  My battery lasts a long time, but it only has one cell left and I’d never, ever go to a wedding without all batteries fully charged.

I finally gave up and ordered another one, an off brand that got good reviews, and paid for 3 day shipping.  It’s supposed to be here between the 18th and the 21st.

Might have to use my old camera at the airport on Thursday.  Ugh.

I’m so frustrated. The last time I had the battery charger was when I was unpacking from the beach trip.  (Yeah, my batteries last that long for the 5d mk II!)

I hope the new charger comes soon.  I’m sure I’ll find the old one any second, now that I’ve bought a new one.  There’s no where locally I can buy one that I know of.

I feel too sick to go out and search stores or call around either, way too much effort at this point in my misery…I mean pregnancy.

Oh and I got some Zofran!  It works only halfway.  Takes the edge off.  I’ve only taken three of them so far, when I feel super sick at nights.

Ok so the warnings that this stuff makes you constipated are no joke.  (TMI, run away now!)

I’m normally a constipated person, always have been except for that parasite issue after Mexico.  But this Zofran is really, really screwing something up.

I think it’s beyond natural remedies.  HELP!  My intestines are so delicate after the parasite that I’m terrified to take a lot of Zofran or stool softener, they just get angry and out of whack so easily.  Ugh, ugh, ugh.

But at this point the constipation is not nearly as scary as feeling like you’re going to throw up any second for hours and hours.  That is pure misery.

Yay pregnancy.  I don’t think I ever want to be pregnant again.  I want a large family but I cannot handle being this miserable with kids and a house to run.  I just can’t.

Tyler is never home, he even worked Saturday, leaving here at 3 in the afternoon and getting home at 5:30 in the morning.  (Where he found me still awake, in bed crying and trying not to dry heave.)

I could handle more pregnancies if I had someone to do the dishes, feed the kids, vacuum, mop, and take care of the chickens for about two months in the first trimester.

I think I need a sister wife.  Only she can’t actually have sex with my husband.  She can just do chores.

Wait, that’s a maid. Except I can’t pay her.  That would mean I need a slave.  That would be too mean.

I just need a volunteer, how about that?!  Too bad there are no takers.

In about six more weeks I should feel somewhat less miserable.  Just six more weeks.  I can make it, right?

I wonder if I can explain to Host Boy why I’m not feeling well.  I’m so upset that I’m sickly now, of all times. I keep crying over it.

I want to finish posting pictures from our trip to the beach.  I’ve got lots of other things going on to write about.  I still have day five to share after this.  That’s the final day.

These are pictures of the wedding.

  

 I loved her dress!

Back detail:

Someone made her this cool hanger.

Peeking through the blinds behind the dress–

Getting ready:

Beth’s family owns a mill and these were the wedding favors.

Weston opening his groom’s gift from Beth:

  

  

It was some kind of mini bar kit.

These ladies made all of the food for the reception.

Boutineers:

Wedding site from the house:

Boots belonging to the bridesmaids:

Beth’s dad the first time he saw her in the wedding dress.

I love how he’s gazing at her.

The beach was so bright, shadowed, and sunset-y.  Talk about a photography challenge!

The minister, Beth’s uncle, told me that he didn’t allow any photography during the ceremony except for standing in the very back behind the audience.

No moving around anywhere.

The pictures are just what I could capture from my spot in the back, without moving.  Ironically everyone in the audience was taking all kinds of up close shots throughout the entire ceremony.

  

  

  

  

Group shot of the entire wedding:

Our family.  Ada was angry!

Brandi over there with her boys cracks me up!

Random gorgeous portrait of Violet, Beth’s cousin.

Groom’s men–Tyler’s cousin on the left and their friend Josiah on the right.

Sun was sinking rapidly.

Brandi’s kids, Beth’s niece and nephews:

This is the only picture I got of the girls together in their dresses.  I laughed and laughed when it popped up on my computer screen!

Oh, and the rings!

More sunset by their beach house:

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We had another bridal shower while at the beach.  It was supposed to be one where you give the couple items to use on their honey moon, which was going to be at the beach.

The bridal shower was in the house where we were staying.  A very big house!  It had six bedrooms and six full bathrooms on two floors.

(I already posted some of these, but I don’t know which.  I finally finished editing all of them.)

Ada showing off a weathered conch shell we found on the edge of the dunes.

Beth’s friends…

Tyler’s Grandma, so happy!

My mother-in-law.

Rosie was grumpy because she had to come in from watching the sea turtles hatch to this party.

  

Mother of the bride.

Tyler’s Grandma, his aunt, and a family friend who also happens to be Rosie’s dance teacher.

Beth opening a gift, and the reaction of her friends below.

The wedding rehearsal was at 5:30 on the beach the day before the wedding.

The minister wouldn’t let me take many pictures on the actual wedding day (and he was quite rude about it!)  so the rehearsal pictures are actually better than the real wedding ceremony photos.

By the time everyone was ready to start the very golden late evening sunlight was beaming.

The tallest house directly behind them in the middle, the white one, is the house the bride’s family stayed in.

Tyler was a best man.  That’s his cousin directly behind him.

Beth and her dad.

Beth’s nephew.

Zel, Beth’s niece, who was the third flower girl.

Bride and Groom!

  

Ada, wandering away.

Congratulations, you are practice married!  (Bridesmaid is pretending to fluff Beth’s imaginary wedding dress behind her.)

(Note the funny arrow shaped light flare on Weston!)

Flower girls playing in the dunes before the rehearsal dinner back at our beach house.

My mother-in-law and Tyler’s Aunt Elaine worked very hard to prepare for the rehearsal dinner.  There were 55 people there…!

I didn’t take any more pictures of the rehearsal dinner because it was crowded and dark in there, not to mention my kids were exhausted and grumpy.

Only Friday was the real vacation day of our vacation.  The rest of the time was taken up by wedding stuff.  I feel like I need more vacation time at the beach!

Tomorrow I’ll post more.  I still have to share the piers we visited and the wedding itself.  I haven’t had time to edit the wedding pictures yet, but thanks to the minister there aren’t very many.

The days are flying by.

I’m having an awful allergy season.  I’ve had the same crippling sinus headache for three days now, nothing gets rid of it.  I can’t wait until it frosts outside.  Goldenrod is blooming right now.  Ada and I are both so allergic to it.  She woke up crying that her eyes were hurting.  I’m ready to feel human again!

 

We babysat Eloise and her brother Dexter the other day.  It’s been a full year since I attended Eloise’s birth.  That went by quickly!  Isn’t she super adorable?

 

She was sleepy in this last picture.

Tyler and I think about Nazar a lot.  We wonder what he will be like.

Will he love our family?  Will he have been to abused to love normally at first?

Will he be ok around pets?

What will he like to play with?

Tyler hopes he likes legos, comic book characters, and sports cars. Ada says she hopes he likes dinosaurs.  Rosie just hopes he doesn’t like her dolls.

Will our goofiness scare him, or will he be goofy too?

About 79 days until we meed him!

  

I hope Nazar likes to get messy, because we do that a lot around here.

This is Ada after a dinosaur skeleton excavation.

My kitchen looked worse.

Rosie thought her powdered covered face would be perfect for a vampire.

I am truly scared.  We are going to need to pick something a little…cuter…for her actual halloween costume me thinks.

(It was first thing in the morning, hence the epic bed head Ada is sporting.)

The entire skeleton!

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Now for some things that are good.

Mainly my kids!  (I mean, you know, they aren’t always good, but they are pretty much awesome 99% of the time.  Or when they aren’t trying to make me crazy…)

Rosie had her spring dance recital last night.  For the recital she has to wear make-up.  The outfits and the make-up kind of make me want to run in circles screaming and then bury my head in the sand, but Rosie absolutely *loves* every tiny detail.

So she had to wear red lipstick…and this was a source of major, major excitement in our household.  I let Rosie put some on the morning before the recital so she could practice not smearing it all over herself by accident.  Oh, she nearly exploded with joy.  She kept asking me if I thought she looked more like a queen or a princess, or a maybe a fashionista?

Ada grabbed the tube of lipstick, whipped the lid off, and ran down the hall laughing at the top of her lungs while rapidly applying it to her lips.

She was very upset when I took it away.  She stayed angry at me for quite a long time actually.  She felt that she didn’t get to put on quite enough of it.

“Mom, send this photo to Cade.  It will make him want to marry me.”

Someone help.  Where does she even get these ideas?

Ada saw her reflection and was very pleased wif her wipstick.

 Miraculously she has not a single speck on her teeth.

Rosie has no stage fright.  At all.  She doesn’t get that from me.

She loved every second of her recital.  Her group tap danced to Yankee Doodle.

Before the recital:

 

Dancing!

Every girl got a medal after the show.

Here are a few more pictures from the performance, just for the heck of it…I took them from my seat with Ada squirming in my lap.

Ada wanted to run up on the stage and dance too.  She ran and I had to tackle her several times, but luckily she never made it onto the stage!

And after…

I have a bunch of pictures from today to share too.  Will have to post them tomorrow because it’s already 1:15 in the morning.

Parenting fail of the day yesterday:

It was 60 degrees and sunny out yesterday afternoon, so we went to the park.

Gorgeous winter sunlight.

Just what everyone needs–a dose of vitamin D and fresh air.  Soak it up.

The girls ran and ran.  In fact they did almost nothing but run!

Rosie wouldn’t even stop to let me take her picture.  How dare a five year old want to have fun rather than be photographed by her mother.  Tsk.

Clearly no one has ever told her that it’s memorable to over zealously capture every moment in a photograph.

Ada is still well under my influence, thankfully.  When she outgrows it I will have to immediately replace her with a newer, tinier, more compliant model.

I was meeting another family there to do some one year pictures, so I brought this chair.

 

It ended up turning out that her kids weren’t into pictures that day at all, but I got great ones of my kids.  Maybe I have my kids trained to sit and look cute.

Sorry kiddos!

I play games with them like, “Here comes the mousey from the barny to the housey to get you!” then I jump back and snap a picture, or just plain old peek-a-boo from behind my camera sometimes works great.

Nothing matters as much as finding a sweet spot full of delicious light!

 

Their backs to the afternoon sun, and a few rays in the edge of the viewfinder.

Hello sun magic!  (This is almost straight out of the camera, I just warmed it up a tiny bit and boosted the contrast a little.)

The park is actually grounds of a local historical house and it has acres of open fields, woods, a creek with a babbling brook, and very nice playground equipment.

It’s just around the corner (have to drive across a busy road though) and there are rarely other people during the weekdays.  You get the entire thing to yourself, and as a bonus it has very clean flushing toilets.  My dogs love to run there too.

The house is an 1800′s plantation style mansion with slave quarters and original log cabins. Sometimes the older ladies who volunteer there come out in their 1800′s costumes to say hi.  I love that.  I fully plan on being one of those old ladies one day when I’m gray haired and my kids are grown.

There’s a field of cows across the driveway, big black Angus waiting to be steak. The woods conceal train tracks.  Loud trains go by every ten minutes, which the girls love to see.  We can hear the trains from our house but can’t see them unless we’re at this park.

Did I mention how nice it was to just get outside and play?  Despite the 25 mph wind the sun was still glorious.

I am not a fan of winter.  Especially this winter, where there’s been cool wet weather with little snow or actual WINTER.  Just lots of blah, gray days.

Sometimes I dream about moving somewhere that has no winter and instead has beautiful beaches.

Then I think it would be too hard to leave our families here.  The girls deserve to have grandparents, aunts, and uncles more than they would need to have warmth and beaches year round.  I think.

 

 

I have to snap pictures of them quick before someone gets up and runs away, so I don’t always get time to line up the shot perfectly like I’d like.

But the memories are worth saving, all the same…

Ada loves this sweater.  (Thank Sara!)

We got snow cones afterward, to celebrate a beautiful (strangely) sunny and warm January day.  Ada just had shaved ice, which I told her was snow.  She tasted it and yelled, “Oh MINE!”

That’s what she says instead of oh my, which I think is adorable.  Now Tyler and I have started saying it too.  Rosie is all like, WHY ARE YOU ALL SAYING THAT WRONG!

Rosie is a stickler for rules and correctness in all things.

After we got home I had to takeRosie to her piano lesson and my mom stopped by after work to watch Ada.

Apparently Ada was worn out from the park, and when I got home at 5:30 she started crying and couldn’t stop.  I tried so hard to keep her awake.

5:30 is not a good time to go to bed.  Bad, bad…unless you want to be up all night!

Then she nursed and nursed, and ate a piece of shredded cheese and completely spewed her belly contents all over me, herself and the couch.

And I gave up on keeping her awake.  She passed out cold in bed.

Parenting fail.

At 10:30 she woke up completely happy saying, “I hongry Momma!”

She was bouncing off the walls until 2:30 in the morning.

Toddler insomnia via Photo Booth on the iMac:

Me today, and well most days really thanks to Ada:

Zzzzz….

This little guy is in the dog house.

 

I am so sick and tired of cleaning up his pee from various objects in my house!

I don’t understand it.  He will get up and pee somewhere in the house at night then come back to bed.

He pees in random places when we aren’t looking, on things like the kids’ toys or a basket of clean folded laundry.

This morning he peed on the bottom drawer of my stove and it ran all under the stove and inside the drawer.

Then he peed on the kids’ Little People garage.

I have banished him to the backyard, where my tiniest bantam chicken chases him around pecking him.

He runs yelping with his tail tucked.  Serves him right!

 

My other two (big) dogs never pee in the house.  Ever.

I just don’t know what his deal is!  A  lot of people told me that Chihuahuas are notorious for never fully house training.

Maybe that’s it?  He knows he isn’t supposed to pee in the house.

He’s fixed, it’s not territory marking…it’s a full bladder of pee several times a day.

He is healthy and chipper,  no signs of infection.  His pee isn’t cloudy or anything either.

I try to put him outside to go potty every couple of hours.  He doesn’t even drink that much!

At night I let him out after midnight, then Rosie lets him out at 6 when she gets up.

 

I can’t take anymore.  I can’t.  I don’t know what to do with him.

He’s Tyler’s little dog.  The kids love him and play with him all the time.

He plays fetch for hours, follows along after you without a leash, puts up with kid poking and prodding, and he even smiles on command.

But…he pisses on everything then puts his big bat ears down and hides in the closet.

ARGH!

 

I’m going to try crating him at night, even though he will cry and whine non-stop.

(We gave up on crating before because every morning when Tyler comes in from work at 4:30 or 5 Manuel wakes up and whines and barks, then wakes up the kids.)

 

 

Yesterday evening it was sunny and in the 40′s outside, so the girls and I took a walk to see the neighbor’s insane blow-up Christmas display around the corner.

(And so I could test out my new delicious 5d Mark II outside…ulterior motive…)

 

 

Dirty!

 

In front of our little house…

 

Daddy leaving for work…

 

Sadly watching Daddy drive away.

 

 

Rosie always wants to pose like this for the camera for some reason.

 

And pose like this…

 

 

 

Rosie and Ada are best friends.  I always hoped they would be, and now it’s actually happened.

They fight sure, but they also absolutely adore each other!

 

 

 

Oh yeah, we were going for a walk, remember?

 

 

It’s amazing how what would be a two minute walk by yourself turns into an hour’s walk with little ones.

 

 

 

Rosie was running ahead the entire time.  She is too old for pictures and toddling along, so she claims.

Ada on the other hand is content to walk along at a snails pace while singing merrily.

 

What! Walk faster! No way Momma!

 

Life is too gorgeous to rush right through each moment!

 

 

Wait! Oh my gosh!  There is a huge blow up Santa on that roof over there, see it through that yard?

RUN!

 

A stunned silence.

Well, silent except for the sounds of the Christmas mix radio station…

 

Ada was hyperventilating.

 

 

 

 

 

Usage of new camera continued today.

Rosie prefers not to be a test subject.  How dare she grow up and have preferences!

Ada doesn’t mind though.

 

 

Actually she did start minding after a little while.

 

Oh, oops, tested my camera on you Rosie!

(She has a headband on wrong, making her hair all crazy messy.)

 

About 10 seconds before she ran off and got the cat grooming scissors (still don’t know how she reached them) and tried to cut her hair.

 

Abby looking at the mail truck out the window and trying so hard not to bark.

The sheer force caused by the strain of not barking at the mailman may cause her eyeballs to rocket out from their sockets and bounce off the walls.

 

Hey look, my camera works in the backyard too!

 

I cannot get enough of kissing those fat cheeks!

 

Weird flower, blooming in winter.  We’ve had multiple heavy frosts now.

 

 

My beloved Dumbledore, the Silkie rooster.

 

ME!

 

 

 

Tyler took those pictures.  I’m trying to teach him how to use my camera in manual mode so he can be a second shooter.

Husband and wife photography team for the win!

He’s doing pretty good so far.

 

He also took these few of Ada and Rosie:

 

 

 

 

Ok, enough new camera pictures.

Le sigh.

 

Tomorrow I’m hoping we can set up our Christmas tree.

We have this tradition in our little family that an elf will be sent by Santa to come and check to see if our household is ready for Christmas.

When the elf runs through the house checking he drops gold (chocolate) coins.

Rosie believes 100% that the elf is real and will be coming any second now to check–she can’t believe we aren’t ready yet!

She’s so excited.

We’ve been doing this since she was little, before I’d ever heard of this Elf on the Shelf business.

Did you all see the Elf on the Shelf TV special that was basically like a giant infomerical?

It was under the guise of being a children’s cartoon, but it lacked real depth and seemed more like an advertisement than anything.

Weird.

Our elf is just a sneaky coin dropping spy.

 

 

 

For science in our kindergarten homeschool we are studying the ocean.

We finished the study of ocean mammals, learning what it means to be a mammal and what sorts of mammals live in and around the sea.  Next up we are learning about fish and the food chain.

Today we took a field trip to the aquarium to see some of the things we’ve been reading about.  Rosie and Ada both had a blast.

On the way there:  Florence Y’all!

 

 

We saw lots of cool things at the aquarium!

Ada was a little scared of the huge fish, but also thrilled to the very core of her being.

Huge fish face:   0_0

My parents, my sister, and her boyfriend met up with us there.  (Tyler didn’t go because of work.)

My lovely sister in the shark tunnel, who will be 18 in two months…holy crap!

Ada really wanted to climb into the tank and touch things.

They wore me out.

Apparently this giant turtle was rescued from somewhere in Louisiana, where he was destined to become soup…?!?

What a creature!  I could not stop staring at his face.  Ada loved him.

Ada and my mom…

Rosie was so excited, she was about to bust a gut…she was bouncing all over the place!

These fish were so cool.  I want a giant aquarium of them in my living room…assuming I could afford them, manage to keep them alive, and my tiny living room could fit a giant aquarium…

Oh, Ada…

Ada and my dad.

It’s good to view them upside down too, just in case you missed something while looking at them right side up.

And finally, the penguins…Rosie was most excited to see them and they are the very last thing before the exit.

Unfortunately Ada was too worn out and grumpy to stay for the penguin show, oh well.

They were still cute.

Whew, almost time to walk through the gift shop and out to the parking lot.

Rosie and Ada each picked something from the gift shop.

Ada picked a stuffed baby penguin. She walked up to it on the shelf, bent down to its face, and said in a falsetto voice, “Oh hello!”

Then she patted it gently.  She is currently asleep in bed with it.

Rosie picked a bright pink stuffed penguin with a pink heart shaped jewel on its chest.  She has dubbed it Pengi.

Ada fell asleep as soon as we got in the car.

Unfortunately we stopped at an outlet store, and then Ada screamed the entire three hours it took to get back to our house.

SO FUN.

Ok, so aside from the horrible three hours of car screaming it was a great day.

 

 

Father/daughter dance from the wedding I did this weekend:

Laughing bride’s maids…

The wedding itself was difficult.  The minister was an older man who didn’t like wedding photographers, clearly.  He said we weren’t allowed to be in his line of sight at all during the service, not allowed to get anywhere near the stage, and not allowed to use flash.

Why the minister gets to tell the photographers what to do is beyond me–if I was the bride I would be angry!  She’s the one paying for the photography.

Cake!

Their wedding cake was one of the most delicious I have ever had.  I love eating at people’s weddings.  (It’s written in my contract!)

I was just an assistant to another photographer at this wedding.  That was interesting.  I’ve never been an assistant before.  I get paid considerably less than if I were in charge, but I don’t have to edit all of the pictures and I still get to eat wedding cake.

Trade off.

These are pictures of Rosie and Ada yesterday evening playing outside.

The weather is getting cooler with warm days still mixed in.  The evenings already have a distinct autumn chill, cooler light, and a few Fall leaves are hitting the ground.

Rosie is officially no longer a baby.  Like, at all.

We made a seasonal shelf in our home school room to display items for each time of year.  Rosie loves it.  She’s having so much fun picking things to display for Fall/Halloween.

And Ada is so…Ada.

These are kind of outtakes lighting-wise, but I love her expressions.

Ada loves animals a lot, where Rosie can be sort of indifferent towards them.